Chapter 168: Chapter 168: You’re Not Acting Like Yourself
Weren’t you able to work for so long just now?
Shi Su forced a broad smile: "So, Mr. Jing, what service do you need? Hot water? Hot porridge? Or do you want some painkillers? But the doctor specifically advised against taking any medication to avoid further stomach irritation."
Jing Jihan closed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "You can wait outside. I’ll take a nap and call you if I need anything."
Shi Su: "???"
She struggled to keep her smile: "Alright."
She left the master bedroom with a smile, but as she closed the door, she let slip her rebellious inner mood with a loud "bang" as the door shut heavily.
Shi Su walked to the kitchen with a dark expression, tempted to squeeze ten tubes of wasabi into the pot of stomach-soothing millet porridge that was already cooking.
Suppressing the impulse, she eventually picked up the script she needed to familiarize herself with before joining the crew at the end of the month and focused on reading it on the sofa.
Outside the window, the cool wind of late autumn blew in, while the warm wind from the indoor air conditioner whispered, and sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing the spacious and clean living room and carpet in a soft glow.
During this time, Mrs. Qin came by. Unlike Wen Ke, Mrs. Qin didn’t have such keen observation skills—after all, the master bedroom door was closed, and Shi Su had already put away the man’s clothes, so Mrs. Qin simply brought in some ingredients to prepare dinner for Shi Su and Mianmian.
Shi Su took the things Mrs. Qin brought and just instructed her to pick up Mianmian in the evening. There was no need for her to stay and help today. Mrs. Qin, suspecting nothing, nodded and left.
The room returned to silence, with only the sound of Shi Su occasionally turning the pages of the script.
At the end of the month, she was to join the crew of a modern urban drama. The filming duration wouldn’t be long, less than three months. The drama’s script was adapted from a popular novel in recent years, combining business warfare, mystery, romance, and workplace conflict. The screenwriter and the original author both had stable writing styles, with many good plots and dialogues. Shi Su and Jun immediately decided on this one, postponing or dropping other freshly received scripts.
Since the completion of the last drama, not much time had passed, but Shi Su’s sleep pattern had indeed not returned to a healthy and regular state.
She couldn’t sleep at night but was drowsy during the day.
Her phone was filled with numerous WeChat messages, and Shi Su glanced at her phone screen occasionally while reading the script.
Jun had sent a message saying that next week, the first domestic beauty expo by Tilans was to be held in Jiang City. Many big names in and out of the industry would attend the expo and banquet. As the Greater China spokesperson, Shi Su had to attend and dress elegantly. Jun asked if she had any preferred dresses, planning to help her choose the styles and spend some time selecting two dresses with her this week.
Chujiu also messaged, saying that the staff for the crew she would join next month had been coordinated with and that they would arrange an RV for Shi Su, excited to finally have a place where Shi Su could lie down and rest.
A particularly gossipy staff member from the previous crew added Shi Su on WeChat, somehow learned about the rumors, and suddenly messaged her, saying it seemed that Mr. Yi from Four Seas Entertainment and actress Shi Yunyin’s wedding date was almost set, asking if Shi Su had any insider information.
Shi Su replied to Jun and Chujiu, only glanced at the content sent by that staff member without replying, and directly blocked them.
However, Shi Su had never attended such a grand banquet before and was unprepared. Seeing the pictures of a few dresses that Jun sent, she found them overwhelming, repeatedly responding to Jun with complaints like, "Don’t be so flashy," "Don’t reveal so much," "This is too girly, I’m not an eighteen-year-old girl," "Am I going to an awards ceremony with something so glittery?"
Jun got annoyed: "Something’s wrong with you."
Shi Su: "What do you mean?"
Normally, Shi Su wasn’t this indecisive, clearly indicating she was preoccupied. Right now, her mind wasn’t on choosing a dress.
In the end, Jun got frustrated and decided to let Shi Su handle it herself: "Choose it yourself! Decide by the weekend!"
After that, Jun ignored Shi Su’s pleading bombardment of emojis and left her alone.
Shi Su: "..."
If only she had been gentler with Jun earlier and toned down the sarcasm.
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At eleven in the morning, Lu Zhao called to serve as Jing Jihan’s wake-up call, as there was a matter requiring his approval.
After finishing the call, Jing Jihan slowly pinched the bridge of his nose.
He rarely slept this late on the 32nd floor of Kaixing Mansion. Usually, he returned because it was close to the company, convenient for a rest, typically just staying the night. He hadn’t expected to sleep until late morning on the 31st floor one day, with the subtle aroma of millet porridge lingering in the air—the simple yet soothing scent most comforting to the stomach.
Gathering his wits, Jing Jihan got up and left the bedroom.
Though late autumn was chilly, the sun shone unabashedly, spilling through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Shi Su hadn’t slept much last night. She casually glanced through designer dress pictures online and skimmed a script before wrapping herself in a blanket and dozing off on the sofa.
Sunlight dappled her body, eliciting no response as she quietly curled up on the sofa, her long lashes casting a shadow on her face.
Shi Su wasn’t very disciplined when sleeping in bed, but she lay honestly and motionless now, curled up on the sofa.
Jing Jihan simply lifted her off the sofa. Though he moved gently, his arm steady, Shi Su wasn’t deeply asleep. Upon waking with a start, she found herself being lifted, her feet dangling. Instinctively, she quickly clung to his neck, fearing she might fall.
Realizing what she was doing, Shi Su noticed the man had already carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, still warm from his presence.
Rather than lying down, Shi Su sat upright immediately, as if nothing had happened, while casually combing through her slightly messy hair: "Does your stomach still hurt? There’s porridge on the stove that’s been cooking all morning. Have some. Oh, let me check your temperature again to see if you have a recurring fever; the doctor specifically instructed this before leaving."
With that, she hurried off the bed to fetch a thermometer, approached Jing Jihan, and pressed it to his forehead before lowering her head to check the temperature.
Thankfully, there was no more fever.
Unexpectedly, the man took the thermometer from her hand and pressed it to her forehead, which caught Shi Su’s surprise. Before she could react, Jing Jihan had already done it.
Shi Su: "Why are you checking my temperature?"
Jing Jihan glanced at the thermometer, also within the normal range, and commented flatly: "Something’s off with you."
Shi Su: "?"
Here we go again?
You’re the one who’s off!